I think what I like about William S. Burroughs is that he's so clearly utterly, utterly batshit insane, but is so eloquent about it. You can hear his voice speaking every word.
He's the perfect slacker role model: didn't write his great work until he was forty-five, lived off his parents until he was fifty and still changed the face of Western culture. You should do so well.
The best biography (of anyone) I've ever read is Literary Outlaw by Ted Morgan (whose own life looks at a glance like prime bio material). A real page-turner. The film of Naked Lunch is more or less the writing of the book.
Further for your local interest: Burroughs on Scientology.
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Date: 2005-07-06 10:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-06 12:38 pm (UTC)I watched the documentary about the NME on Monday night. Fine stuff - Nick Kent is a disturbing advert for the preservative powers of a well-maintained heroin habit, and I (from the outside at least) recall the 'hip-hop wars' tolerably well. I suspect that the Rockists were right, in that ignoring Husker Du in favour of Kid Creole and the Coconuts (for example) was a daft idea. However, without that wildly lurching musical agenda, I would have ended up with a narrow minded and poorly specified record collection. Praise 'Bob' that I didn't read Sounds...